I used to have a job. I did.
About a year ago.
And then I left it. For subbosably greener pastures. I don’t really know what that means, but here’s the deal. People like to read books; me too. I’ve studied a lot and for a long time and have gotten a lot of degrees (if two counts) from good schools (Yale and Stanford) and I studied English and law and I worked a lot at a job that paid a lot but made you work a lot too and hard. When my job went away, I sat down and thought about it, my time, and how I’d like to spend it, my time.
I decided I wanted to ask people what their favorite books were. People who I liked; people I worked with; people who I thought were smart (sometimes allthese people overlapped); and sometimes people I just came across. So I compiled a list and now I read it, reading to see if like them (the books) or them (the people).
At my job, you were subbosed to work a lot. Bill a lot of hours or something. But, when stacks of books grew, I think people started catching on. You don’t have time to bill what you’re subbosed to bill and read what I was subbosably getting ready to read.
My year reading books.